RUMBLE—
The heavy Stone Gate opened slowly, stirring up a chilling draft.
Jiu tilted her head up slightly. The mask branded with a Red Lotus Pattern gleamed coldly in the dim light.
When she saw the newcomer clearly, the eyes hidden behind her mask instantly dimmed, and her previously tense shoulders sagged as if in defeat.
"Where's your master?"
Jiu's voice was a bit cold, yet the end of her sentence carried a faint, almost imperceptible trace of anticipation.
Qing Yueqiu walked in pushing a food cart, her long, silver-white hair swaying gently with her steps.
She pushed the cart, which held one meat dish, two vegetable dishes, and a soup, in front of Jiu. Then, without hiding the disgust in her voice, she said:
"You're a Demon Sect prisoner detained by my master. Technically, it wouldn't be a problem even if we let you starve. After all, Cultivators can practice Fasting, so it's not like you'll die of hunger.
